Chapter 39
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 39
Chapter Title: I've Become Popular Before I Knew It
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"Haa... haa...!"
Yoo So-hee trembled violently, letting out moans so vulgar they bordered on obscene.
Then, as if she'd run out of strength, her upper body collapsed onto me with a flop.
-Twitch! Twitch!!
The aftershocks of her climax lingered for quite a while—her hips were still spasming.
She leaned her uncontrollably shaking body against me.
"Huaa... huu... hng... ♥"
Yoo So-hee panted heavily in my arms for a long time.
Her hand groped toward my chest, as if seeking reassurance.
I wondered if she wanted me, so I pulled her close with both arms.
She couldn't hold back, trembling with a blissful expression.
"Huaaaaa... ♥"
In response, her pussy quivered too.
Her already-climaxed inner walls gently clenched around my cock.
Anyone could see she was a satisfied female who'd had great sex.
She looked like a woman basking in happiness in the arms of the man she loved.
"That was the best. It felt so good, really."
"Yeah... I came so hard it was dizzying... ♥"
Yoo So-hee blatantly rubbed her soft, squishy breasts against my body.
It was like she was coquettishly nuzzling the stud who'd given her amazing sex.
I reached out and stroked her hair.
Our eyes met with a lewd gaze as she lifted her head.
Drawn by instinct, she climbed up and pressed her lips to mine.
"Churp... ah-mmm... ♥ Smooch... ♥"
The first time we had sex, she'd refused kisses, saying they were off-limits.
Now she was initiating them herself, clinging to me eagerly.
'That's how it goes—starting with small permissions, gradually ramping up the intensity.'
I hugged her neck with both arms, as if craving more.
I held her back and responded in kind.
"Hua... churp... haa! Ung... smooch... ♥"
An intense kiss where we sucked on each other's lips and tongues.
We exchanged saliva countless times before finally parting.
"Hng... ♥ Dae-wi, your cock is seriously amazing. Even after cumming once, it hasn't gone soft—still rock-hard ♥"
"It's because your pussy feels so good, noona."
"Really? You like my pussy that much?"
-Squish... squiiiish...
Yoo So-hee kept rubbing her breasts against me as she asked.
From her expression, I could already guess what she wanted to hear.
"I've told you over and over. Your pussy, your tits, your whole body—they're all amazing."
"I could hear it a hundred times and still want more..."
"Then I'll keep saying it. I love you, noona."
"Hng... ♥"
Yoo So-hee smiled happily.
We savored the afterglow of sex to our hearts' content before finally cleaning up the gym.
"You have spare clothes, right?"
"Yeah, I stashed some in my locker just in case. No problem. Though I'll need another shower."
"It's great that this is the Sports Academy sometimes."
"Hehe! Totally. Plenty of places to wash up and extra clothes—super convenient, huh?"
Athletes sweat every day, so facilities for clothes and hygiene are well-prepared.
They even have spare underwear and outfits for emergencies.
I bet plenty of secret couples hook up here too.
Though probably no one else is having adulterous gym sex like us.
"Alright, I'll go wash up quick. You too, Dae-wi."
"Sure thing, noona. Thanks so much."
"No... I should be thanking you... ♥"
We exchanged lewd goodbyes and parted ways.
Working nearby means we'll run into each other again anytime.
'Doing it with a coworker at work like this is pretty great too?'
It's definitely a different thrill from home or hotels.
Feels like scoring the perfect office wife.
I thought Na-young alone was enough.
But thanks to Yoo So-hee, coming to work will be even more fun from now on.
There are many factors in evaluating athletes.
Basic athletic ability and career are fundamentals.
Beyond that, innate star quality like looks.
Or even personality can be crucial.
Considering all those complex elements...
Na-young Han was undoubtedly Korea's top Taekwondo athlete right now.
'Sparring with her isn't much help anymore.'
The Korean Sports Academy gathers the nation's best athletes.
Even there, Na-young dominated with overwhelming skill.
No one could threaten her anymore.
Even with handicaps to fake condition issues, opponents couldn't keep up.
Now, not even jealous rivals remained.
When someone's superiority is absolute, it breeds admiration and respect.
"Wow, Na-young's technique is art today too."
"Seriously, just watching teaches you something."
"She's so good and still trains the hardest—it's badass."
Naturally, her status in the department had risen even higher.
If it were just skill, maybe not—but she had idol-level looks too.
Making her past bullying unbelievable, she now reigned as the department's goddess or star.
Funny, considering she was an outcast not long ago.
Though she herself only cared about Coach Han Dae-wi.
'Hmm, calling Coach Yoo So-hee a colleague, huh.'
Her head was still filled with what Coach Han Dae-wi had said.
Na-young knew it wasn't just coworker-level.
He'd have sex with her too, just like with Na-young.
Did that bother her? Not really.
'...Honestly, oppa's stamina is too much for me alone.'
She'd pass out mid-sex or squirt all the time.
And they did it like that every day.
How many times had her back given out, leaving her bedridden all morning?
At that point, another woman to share with seemed fine.
Besides, Yoo So-hee was an impressive adult even in Na-young's eyes.
No reason to oppose— she'd welcome it.
'Still, she's married... is that okay? Whatever, oppa will handle it.'
Even with those stray thoughts, her flying kicks were flawless.
Long training made it harder to kick poorly on purpose now.
"Um, hey, Na-young."
Someone called her then.
She turned to see three girls hovering awkwardly.
Why do girls always flock in groups like that?
Na-young, who preferred solitude, couldn't fathom it.
One had joined in ostracizing her before.
'...Such a hassle.'
She considered ignoring them or saying she was busy.
But the coach's words nagged at her.
-"Get along with teammates unless they're picking fights. Skill first, but connections matter too."
She couldn't practice alone forever.
Connections here could prove useful—who knew?
She hated initiating, but dodging this was too much.
"What is it?"
"Ah, uh, well...!"
Surprised she'd respond, the girl floundered.
"You had that long slump before, right?"
"Yeah."
"I'm in a slump too lately. It dragged on forever. Wondered how you overcame yours."
"......"
To Na-young, that wasn't a slump.
A slump is when a good performer suddenly falters.
This girl just lacked skill.
'...Saying that would make me seem rude.'
Meeting the coach had taught Na-young some social grace.
Her career affected him too.
She didn't want enemies if avoidable.
"Hmm... how I beat my slump?"
"Yeah! Yeah! What's the secret?"
"It's all thanks to Coach Han Dae-wi."
"Eh... thanks to the coach?"
"Yeah. His guidance got me through it."
Many steps omitted... but the conclusion was true.
She owed her current self to his coaching.
"Coach Han Dae-wi is the real deal. If I win medals, it'll all be thanks to him—I guarantee it."
"I-is that so. Impressive."
"Yeah. He's truly outstanding."
It was faith bordering on zealotry.
But results proved it—no one could deny.
"Um... could I get coaching from him too?"
Na-young stared at the girl silently.
He had mentioned taking more athletes.
But not from Taekwondo, surely.
Especially not this one—lacking skill and looks.
"Nah, he's too busy these days. Tons of work."
"Oh... I see."
"Sorry. Not much help."
"N-no! Thanks for answering. I'll keep it in mind."
Na-young nodded and refocused on practice.
She ignored the admiring murmurs around her.
...Na-young overlooked two things.
All the athletes had overheard her conversation.
And her miracle was too striking to dismiss with "the coach is busy."
After sex with Yoo So-hee...
I decided to head back to my room for a proper shower and change.
On my desk was a coaching protein shake.
'Ah~ Does fucking So-hee noona count as coaching too?'
It applied to coaches too, apparently.
Her figure and skin would benefit plenty.
"Anyway, works for me. Thanks to this, I get goodies like this."
This protein was labeled "Physical Ability."
Seemed to boost overall body condition.
No reason not to chug it, so I did.
My muscles bulked up slightly, energy surged.
If it wasn't imagination, I'd even grown a tad taller.
"Nice. Is this how Na-young feels after sex with me?"
Just drinking it perks you up like this.
Worth investing in alone.
Keep chugging these, and I could be a great athlete too.
Though coaching's more fun now—no need.
"Ugh~ Time to head to work."
I stretched lightly and went to the office.
Morning sex with Yoo So-hee put me in a great mood.
Bonus protein left me in peak condition.
'Light paperwork and status checks... then check on Na-young's training.'
As dedicated coach, my workload had dropped.
Na-young didn't need much hand-holding.
'No nagging needed—she trains diligently. I have to hold her back for condition sometimes.'
Her skill was already top-tier.
Regular sex kept it effortless.
No more miscellaneous chores.
Lots of free time now.
-Tap tap
I reviewed data and training logs, making notes.
Then compiled reports into emails.
Maybe from raising a star like Na-young...
Other Taekwondo coaches cooperated easily now.
'Na-young's skill is insane. No self-handicap, and sparring's impossible?'
As I worked through the files...
-Knock, knock
"Excuse me. Is Coach Han Dae-wi here?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah~ Come in!"
Rare visitor to my empty office.
The door opened to reveal several Taekwondo athletes in doboks.
"Ah, hello, Coach! Sorry to interrupt your work."
"No worries. You're welcome anytime. What's up with the group?"
They glanced at each other awkwardly before the apparent leader spoke.
"Um... we're curious about Na-young's improvement secret. Any training tips?"
"Training tips?"
"We asked her, but she said it's all thanks to you."
"Ah~ I see."
I got the picture.
They'd wonder how Na-young got so strong.
Of course, she wouldn't spill the real reason.
'Trust bonus makes them accept my "guidance" unquestioningly. But common sense doesn't vanish.'
So they came to me.
To others, I looked like the master coach who ended her slump and made her soar.
"I know you're busy, but... could you tell us? We're dying to know."
"Hmm... nothing specific. Na-young had mental issues, so I coached that. The rest she figured out."
I figured that was a reasonable explanation.
But they weren't here for easy outs.
"Aww~ Coach~ Come on, tell us~"
"We're desperate, really... ♥"
"Yeah? Coach. No, oppa~ Pleeease~"
"Ahaha... well, this is..."
So curious they resorted to aegyo.
Awkward, but flattering too.
Felt like a celebrity.
From third-rate to begged-by-athletes coach.
"Ahem! Ahem! Alright, then..."
As I started to answer...
Na-young watched from afar, making an OK sign with her fingers...
Then stuck out her tongue, wagging it back and forth suggestively.
With a naughty glint in her eye, she mouthed:
'Later, I'll milk you dry—so get ready.'
Hmm, looks like I'm in for it?